Just because I can't sleep, I want to write.
I want to write all the words I think of, and hope they fall into place
To make a page of black and white look colourful
I want to build a world, indestructable by anyone
Created by everyone.
Maybe I could count the stars again,
If there weren't so many city lights.
My losing fight
To do more than just exist.
Existing means so little to life.
Would words come easier if I cried a little?
Let myself die a little?
Sat there on the ground,
Resting on my knees
If all emotions were free,
Could these words believe in me?